[Intro] Am G Am C G Em Am [Verse 1] Am G Everybody's jumping D Am on the circus train G D Well some jump high G D Dm and some jump off again Dm And the razz-ma-tazz C Am G is rolling women folk unveiled Am All truths to light F G all cross his name Em Even high where the eagle circles D Well you can taste C tail feathers team Am But wonders, am I D still a free bird G Or just a part of Am the machine [Verse 2] Am We hitched the covered G D Am wagons from the rule out west G All the picks in the D G D Dm pockets of their sunday best Dm Shaking hands, C Am kissing babies for all of their G worth Oh, they'll promise Am F G you gold, Promise everyone an earth Still that Em old bald eagle circles D It's not the first C and that he's seen Am His reflection in D the eyes of innocence His becoming just G Am another part of the machine D Am Part of the machine [Chorus] F C I wish I had G an eagle like you F G To look up too C He could be my wings D G D G to fly in a big bird sky C Up Above the whole Em machine [Bridge] Am G Am C G Em Am(8th fret) [Solo] D C Am D C Am D C F F Em Am D C Bm Em F# Bm Em F# Bm Em F# Bm Em F# Bm Em F# Bm Em F# Bm Em F# Bm Em F# Dm Gm A Dm Gm A Em Am B G7 D Cm Eb F Eb Cm Bb Gm Cm Eb F Eb Cm Bb Gm Cm Eb F Eb Cm Fm G Cm Bb Eb Db Am G Am Part of the machine, G Am Part of the machine [Verse 3] Am G Smart guys out D Am running the whole man tribe G D Up in the mountains G D Dm where the eagle flies Dm Wouldn't take that C Am G job offer on a plate You got to fly with Am F G the eagle and he won't wait Em Looking Down on the smoke on the factories D Until the truth C creeps up unseamed Am They see themselves D in the faces of their children And realize they too Am are part of the machine G Am Part of the machine [Chorus] F C I wish I had G an eagle like you F G To wake up too C He could be my wings D G D G to fly in a big bird sky C He'll let me be part Em of the machine G Am Part of the machine, G Am G part of the machine, part of the Am machine G Part of your Am G Am machine, part of your machine.
Everybody's jumping on the circus train. Some jump high, some jump off again. And the razzmatazz is rolling, women folk unveiled. All truths to light, all crosses nailed. Aiming high where the eagle circles, where he keeps his tail feathers clean. And wonders "Am I still a free bird? Or just a part of the machine". They hitch their covered wagons and they roll out west. Politics in the pockets of their Sunday best. Shaking hands, kissing babies, for all that they're worth. they promise you gold, promise heaven on earth. Still, that old bald eagle circles, it's not the first time that he's seen his reflection in the eyes of innocence. He's become just another part of the machine, part of the machine. I wish I had an eagle like you to look up to. He could be my wings to fly in a big bird sky up above the whole machine. Part of the machine. Part of the machine. Smart guys aren't running they're home and dry. Up in the mountains where the eagle flies. They wouldn't take that job offered on a plate. They got to fly with the eagle, and he won't wait. Looking down on the smoke and the factories till the truth creeps up unseen. They see themselves in the faces of their children and realize they too are part of the machine. Part of the machine. I wish I had an eagle like you to wake up to. He could be my wings to fly in a big bird sky, hey let's be part of the machine. Part of the machine. Part of the machine. Part of the machine. Part of the machine. Part of your machine. Part of your machine. Part of your machine. Part of your machine.
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